6-16 The Schism

I resumed intentional medication-contemplation, in the den this week. It is about the most difficult intention I enact, to still my neurobabble, and the incessant stream of memories-fantasies.  Of course, heeding and living the Greatest Commandment enables schisms to vanish.

The Schism


Mystics tell us, “No boundary

Or subject-object rivalry.

The Sacred is not ‘there’ but here;

It is not faraway but near.”


My mind thinks and divides what’s thought,

And lives its life from what was taught.

So “them” and “us” and “me” and “you”

Is what my mind does misconstrue.


The same with God. I think about;

I talk about; I pray about—devout!

But do not words and mental blare

Drown out the chance to be aware?


Wordless, mindless, thoughtless they stress,

So one in stillness, can caress

Here and now, the presence of God—

Speechless, blissful, and simply awed.




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